Robert Michael Ballantyne - Blown to Bits: The Lonely Man of Rakata, the Malay Archipelago стр 18.

But this was not the Great Eruption of Krakatoaonly a rehearsal, as it were.

What brought you here, my son? asked the captain, on recovering speech.

My legs, father.

Dont be insolent, boy.

Its not insolence, father. Its only poetical licence, meant to assure you that I did not come by bus or rail, though you did by steamer! But let me introduce you to my friend, Mr